Three ha-ha The Sunday. My husband and I are on holiday. I woke up not so early, at 9:30 a.m., I cut and soaked the butter, then my husband went for breakfast. I washed the floors, cleaned the cats. My husband smokes and reads in the kitchen and drinks coffee. I took off the dried underwear, folded it, dissolved it in the closets, prepared what to smooth for tomorrow. She made a simple salad: tomatoes, cucumbers, Beijing cabbage and olives. The husband sat behind the compass, asking for lunch. Eating a salad. I washed the pot. She cleaned the potatoes, burned the potatoes, put out the potatoes. Remove the tree and toys. I realized that my husband's button was broken, I need to shake. Wash his gloves. She wore and wrapped a plate. She bite. I read the book, 20 pages. Dinner and washing dishes. My husband took the rubbish. It turns out in the dry rest - I turned all day, rested for two hours, and my husband worked for 15 minutes and rested all day. I like to go to work. I am not so tired there. And they pay for her. Yes, the child is an adult. Even if I didn’t walk with him or feed him, or else I would go crazy.